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2 The Canadian Statesman. Bowmanville, April 29, 1981 Section Two C Editorial Comment Family Law Landmark Lawyer Terry Kelly and his associate Andrew Bruce of Oshawa won a judgment in the Supreme Court at Whitby last Friday that will have far-reaching consequences. Before the passing of the 1978 Family Law Reform Act, an injured person could claim for damages, but not members of his or her family. Mr. Kelly and Mr. Bruce maintained that the act now provides law to award damages to a wife and children for 'loss of care, guidance and companionship.' And Mr. Justice A.M. Linden not only agreed, but went beyond that claim by ruling that parents of children killed in accidents also can claim damages for loss of guidance, care and companionship. This is the first such judgment to be awarded under the act which, in Mr. Kelly's opinion, brings the law into line with today's thinking. The cash awards were $10,000 for the wife of the injured husband, and $9,000 to their two children. No doubt the insurance companies will be assessing the implications involved that could be costly. It Could be Much Worse On Friday, council approved this year's budget of more than $12 million, and only had to increase the mill rate by about 6 per cent although they do plan to spend 30 per cent more than last year. It sounds somewhat confusing, but you'll recall that last year's council had to pay off a sizable deficit from the previous year, while this council was fortunate to have a carry over surplus of $75,000 to assist them in meeting their objectives. As a result, they can now claim that the increase in the actual tax rate is about half the rate of inflation. Mind you, if you should hear any of them making that statement, they should certainly have their tongue well located in their cheek, because it would be incorrect. But, for councillors here the happy financial situation this year will enable them to do several things that needed doing for the good of all. We only hope that when next year's budget rolls around everything will look just as rosy. You Can Cope with Stress Stress is a necessary condition of human life. A certain amount of stress keeps a driver alert, quick to react to dangers. It can make for an atmosphere of healthy competition in the office. It can prod a sportsman to keep improving his skills. But stress can turn to distress. The driver sitting in rush-hour traffic, fretting about being late for a meeting, is experiencing harmful stress. So is the over-anxious executive who has not learned to relax. And so is the sportsman who is so obsessed with winning that he cannot enjoy his game. The study of stress is not an exact science. What is known is that it is a normal, stimulating factor in human life, but that if it gets out of control it becomes harmful and destructive. It can lead to physical or mental breakdown. How to control the negative aspects of stress and use it to advantage is » skill that can be learned. Signs of Stress You can usually recognize the signs of stress: your stomach muscles tighten and you perspire. Your mouth and lips become dry, and your heart beats faster. These are warning signals. It's time to calm down. If stress becomes severe or prolonged, the signs may include nosebleeds, headaches, indigestion, high blood pressure, ulcers and depression. What To Do About Stress The first important step towards controlling stress is to recognize it in yourself. Sometimes this is enough to relieve the tension. If the cause of your anxiety is an unresolved problem at work or at home, perhaps the time has come to face it head on. Talk it out with the other people involved. Find a solution. One of the major causes of stress is the frustration that results from a person's inability to act. Stress Can Be Controlled In the modern world there are any number of factors that can cause stress. People move house, change jobs, get divorced, retire, write exams, and lose loved ones. All these things cause stress. But handled well, it can be turned into a positive, creative force. Letters to the Editor Dear Sir: Please allow us, through your paper, to thank all the area merchants who contributed contributed to our booklet and helped helped to make our assembly a huge success. Through this effort, we raised raised over $2,300 for cancer research. research. Again, thanks to all who helped in any way. Sincerely yours, Milt Dakin Chairman Host Committee Canadian Foresters . E.O.P.A. ' Dear Johnny: On behalf of all the Canadian Foresters, I would like to thank you for all the publicity you gave our recent Assembly in Bowmanville. Also thank you for the great job on our booklet. Please thank Peter Parrott for coming coming to our banquet and taking all those fine pictures for us. Thanks to wonderful people like you, we had a very successful successful Assembly in Bowmanville. Bowmanville. So on behalf of all Foresters, once again, many thanks. Sincerely yours, Milt Dakin Chairman Host Committee Canadian Foresters E.O.P.A. 89 Little Ave. Bowmanville, Ont. Dear Sir: 1 L1C1J9 If you are dining out in Oshawa - beware! My husband and I had a pleasant dinner recently at the Atria restaurant on King St. E. The food was good, and reasonably priced and the service-was excellent. So, why beware? When we were presented with the bill at the end of the meal I tendered my Master- charge card to pay for it. Before the waitress took away the bill I memorized the total so that I could calculate the tip while she was filling out the voucher for the Mastercharge. When she brought back my credit card and the voucher for me to sign she did not bring back the original restaurant bill, but as I had memorized the amount I noticed that it was not the same amount. I politely brought this to the waitress' attention as I felt she had inadvertently made an error. There was no mistake, she replied. If anyone paid their bill with a credit card then a 5 percent surcharge was added to cover the cost that the restaurant was charged by the credit card companies. I paid the amount plus a tip but on the way out I spoke to the manager. He confirmed what the waitress had said qnd added that he (Eanabian Statesman 623-3303 (*CN, Durham County's Greet Family Journal Established 127 years ago In 1654 Also Incorporating The Bowmanville News The Newcastle Independent The Orono News Second class mall registration number 1561 Produced every Wednesday by THE JAMES PUBLISHING COMPANY LIMITED 62-66 King St. W„ Bowmanville, Ontario L1C3K9 V L ► JOHN M. JAMES Editor -- Publisher RICHARD A. JAMES Assistant Publisher GEO. P. MORRIS Business Mgr. BRIAN PURDY Advertising Mgr. DONALD BISHOP Plant Mgr. 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Kitchen Window Photo by D. Boyd SUGAR and SPICE Way Up North (jêy, ^Smiley J belonged to a group of Oshawa restaurants (I believe he said there were 16 of them) who , were charging this extra amount to credit card users on a trial basis to cover their costs. What I object to.the most is not the practice -- but the way of carrying out. You are not warned in advance so that you can perhaps choose to pay with cash instead. There is no note by the cash register or on the menu telling you about the surcharge. The waitress does not mention anything when she takes your credit card away nor when she returns the card to you along with the credit card voucher. In fact, the original restaurant bill is NOT returned with your credit card voucher so that you can compare them and notice that there is a difference. difference. If I had not memorized the amount I would not have noticed and paid it unknowingly. That, I find, is sneaky! I don't know the names of the other restaurants in this group that are trying out this extra charge, but if you are eating out in Oshawa and you pay by credit card I would recommend that you carefully check to make sure that you are not paying an extra 5 per cent for your meal. Yours sincerely, (ms) Evylin Komarnicki ■ ""N Dateline: Moosonee. How did a nice, boy like you wind up in a place like this? Isn't that the 'classic question prostitutes are asked? Yes. Well, I realize the entire world is waiting for my answer, so I must confess. I didn't , wind up here. T came here. And if I don't get out pretty soon, I just might wind up here. Buried m mud, with taxis driven by gently-laughing Indian ladies rolling right over my Irish tweed hat, the only thing sticking out of the mud. Moosonee is .not Far North. In fact, move it far enough west, and it could be a suburb of Edmonton. ' But it's far enough north to be one of those towns that are neither fish nor flesh nor good red herring, in this democratic, liberal-thinking, decent, next-door-neighbor country of ours. As a result, it is a coTnbination of a nightmare by Dostoievsky and a plan for a Utopian village by Tolstoy. Two-room shacks with ■ the inevitable snowmobile parked outside, and a minute's walk away, super-modern school buildings, tidy liquor store, neat brick post office. Truly beautiful Indian toddlers, supervised by smart, smiling young Indian women. Happy-go-lucky teenageian kids who should be in school but, with apparently no financial problems, smoke, drink coffee or Cokes, and feed the juke box, which whines the same old songs they're hearing in Halifax and Vancouver. And three tables away, in the same Chinese (that's right, Chinese) restaurant, a grizzled old guy, so drunk he doesn't know whether he's sipping his toast or eating his coffee. Mean, obscene, obstreperous. But they look after him. Anywhere else, they'd call the fuzz, and he'd wind up in the slammer. Not in Moosonee. When he'd driven everyone else out, he turned on me, the coollooking coollooking guy with the shirt and tie, the fresh shave, the snappy trenchcoat, and the skiing earlugs my wife insisted I wear, even in a Moosonee heat-wave. (Glad I did. If I'd taken them off, I'd have had sunburned sunburned ears, which would have made my old lady think I'd gone to Texas on March break, instead of Moosonee.) Anyway, this almost-incoherent old drunk zoned in on me, despite my pretending to be a born-again Christian or a deaf-mute or a retarded senior citizen just out of the funny farm, and went into a lurching dialogue about Kon and how we'd captured 750,000 Germans in the Falaise Gap. Suddenly we were buddies. Kon was Caen, Normandy, 1944. That was my baptism of fire. He was in the infantry, trying to capture the mess of shattered bricks and unshattered Germans. After I'd convinced him that I was a fighter pilot and not one of those jerks of bomber people who bombed their own troops, we were soul-brothers. In fact, if I'd thrown away my fancy topcoat, let my whiskers grow for five days, taken out my partial plate, and gotten incredibly plastered, you wouldn't have known us apart. We separated with one of those 10-minute handshakes that drunks insist on. And I felt very sad. Outside, on the street, macho young Indians, sometimes three abreast, sunglasses, thumbs in denim trousers, some pockmarked, some handsome, some menacing faintly. Playing a role. I am proud to say that not one of them pushed me off the sidewalk into the mud. I stepped off, a purely individual choice, into the mud. Middle of main street. Water two feet deep. Kids of all colours wading around in it with their 14 inch rubber boots, wildly happy, soaked as seals, oblivious to all else except sun, water, mud. All veterans of World War I should be buried in Moosonee, in the spring or fall. It would be just like Flanders Fields. Mud. Golly, it sounds as though I don't like Moosonee. That's wrong. I love it. And I'll tell why next week. to April 23,1981 140 Ontario St. Bowmanville Ref. Administrator Position Dear John: I feel I must write to you at this time to bring the facts, re my application, for administrator administrator to the public attention. As you are aware, I made application for the job and my name was made public in the first instance by the Mayor but I can not find out who else applied. Mayor Rickard was directed directed to report to Council on this matter but I have not seen any report in your paper on this • matter but I have now, in my possession, a copy of his report which I must comment on. First of all, I have looked in the dictionary for the meaning of the word Phony. It means "Something fake not genuine." genuine." In Mayor Rickard's report to Council, he admits that lie opened my application. The application was in a sealed envelope with ink and scotch tape and stated quite clearly it was an application for administrator administrator job, confidential, attention attention Mayor Rickard, At one point, the Mayor told me lie recommended to Council Council that they hire me so they can do away with Mr. Sims service at $90 per hour. This I can hardly believe but have no way of knowing. It is mv opinion if everything everything is above hoard then till applications should remain closed until the time limit has expired. In the Mayor's report, lie tells Council that I had requested an answer from Council on the contents of my letter which is enclosed to verify that this statement is also false. I was told by a member of Council that the Mayor opened the envelope in front of Council. It this is true, then how did he know it was mine in advance, my name was not on the envelope. The Mayor then says in his report that he would be making no further comment. "I Would Think Not." He then states that applications were received received in confidence and he intends to honor that trust.Is that why he released my name even before the March 31 deadline and is that why I hear on the street that our present Treasurer lias also applied for the job? In conclusion, I must make my own observations, re the filling of the vacancy: 1. To have applications go to the Mayor is wrong. They should go to the committee and not be opened or discussed until after the deadline. 2. Ft is my opinion that because an ordinary taxpayer taxpayer turned in my application, application, the Mayor's curiosity got llie best of him. 3. After finding my name on the inside, lie decided to lake it to Council in camera, probably probably in hopscs that after the attacks that I have made on Council, they would vote to throw my application away. 4. The Iasi observation I must conclude to is, does llie Mayor have somebody already already lined up for Ibis $32,01)0 to 842,000 job? Enclosures 1. Copy of my application 2. Copy of the Mayor's report Yours truly Ken Hooper P.S. On looking further in the dictionary I find that Phony also means "Counterfeit" Mayor G. Rickard Town of Newcastle. Re: Position of administrator application Dear Sir: Although you have advertised advertised for a Town Administrator Administrator it is my feeling that what the Town needs is as follows: 1. A person who can direct Council's wishes to the proper source and come hack with results. ' 2. A person who can direct the work force to get the job done properly. 3. A person who can meet with department heads when a problem arises in their area. 4. A person who can negotiate labor agreements satisfactory to both parties. 5. A person who does not require a huge salary plus benefits. 0. A person Hint when the taxpayer lias a complaint or question it would lie directed to the proper source. 7. This person's title would he Town of Newcastle Public Relations Manager. If a job of Ibis type would meet Hie needs of the Town I hereby apply for same on llie following basis: 1. Posilion would he on a six month trial, 2. Remuneration would be $ti per lir. based on a 35 hr. week with no livneflls such as Hospitalization, Drugs, Dental orO.M.E.R.S. 3. Would be reportable to Council as a whole not individual. 4. Would be chairman of the Negotiating Committee for Labor Negotiations. I feel I am qualified for this position based on the above; I am 55 years of age, and my experience is 34'a years in Goodyear Canada Inc. I have held an office for 33 yrs. in Local 189 U.R.W. as a stewart, executive board member, Vice President and the last 16 yrs. as President. If Council members are interested in considering this application I would be available available for discussion at any time. For reference I would refer you to Mr. Jack Taylor (Plant Manager) Goodyear Canada Inc. Bowmanville, Ont. Yours truly Ken Hooper TO: Members of Council FROM: Garnet B. Rickard, Mayor DATE: April 21st, 1981 SUBJECT: Resolution C-434- 81. Hall steps. This letter was to my attention and marked "confidential." Upon reading the letter, the position of Town Administrator, as advertised, was questioned and the writer requested an answer from Council on the contents of the letter. I therefore took this letter to an in camera meeting of Council as matters discussed discussed in such meetings are confidential. I will not be making any further comment. The applications that were received for the position of Administrator were submitted in confidence, and I intend to honor that trust. Garnet B. Rickard Mayor Oil April 0th, 1981, the Council passed the following resolution: "THAT Mayor Rickard he requested to present a report to Council at its next meeting In clarify I lie matter which Mr, Hooper had brought to' this meeting." A letter was handed to my secretary by a gent Ionian who claims he found it on the Town April 23,'81 Dear Rick: I didn't want to believe there are sick, cruel people in the world, like the ones I'm going to describe, but once I relate this story to you, you'll have to agree with me. I was walking my dog out in the fields of Liberty St. North, near the railway tracks, when my dog found something that just makes me sick to my stomach, On the other side of a fence, hidden by tall grass, was a light brown, female dog, part German Shepherd. She obviously must have had a litter of pups not too long ago and this poor animal was just skin and hone. It didn't look like she had eaten for two weeks. The worst part of this story is the fact that whoever left her there had dug a hole and anchored her two foot chain into the ground so the dog couldn't move, obviously to starve it to death. The dog also had a choker-chain around her neck so if she tugged very hard it would choke her. Someone went to great lengths to get rid of this animal, I can only speculate the reason being because she was pregnant. She had been there for quite a while because the grass and ground around her were packed down, it even looked weather beaten. My plans were to get a picture for the paper hoping someone would recognize it and then contact the appropriate appropriate authorities to take care of her, in the morning, but when I got back to her, she was gone. Either someone, like myself stumbled upon her and let her loose, or the owners, seeing my numerous trips out to her came and got her, I hope it wasn't the latter. I just can't understand how anybody could be so cruel and pathetic as to tie their |>et in the middle of nowhere to die. She couldn't have gotten away by herself. If the owners couldn't afford to take her to the Humane Society, S.P.C.A, or the pound, there must lie a more humane alternative, I hope this type of disgusting act doesn't represent even the slightest of minority in our society. I, made inquiries to the pound and she hadn't been turned in so I guess I'll never know her fate. Sincerely, Ted Puk